Tag: Poetry

He was but a poor islander with little to impress the world – owning little more than his words. A lonely man alone with the stars – Looking over his shoulder in vain as there was nothing to see, save for lost hope and faded dreams towing in their usual two by two. All but

You define me between your lines that divide my form into its parts. Now pieces to be sorted, stamped, and appraised. The lesser ones summarily dismissed. My soul erased from the page – of no merit before your jaded eyes. Shapeless and without consequence, its worth not so easily summoned. You define me between your

She’s a lady for hire in high end silk – If you can afford her, that is. She’ll laugh at all your jokes, and make you forget you’re payin’. And you’re not gonna care no more cause she’s yours for the night. Josephine’s gonna make it all right. Her latest creation on the floor. But

Her long slender back turned to the crowd while a single guitar starts to the left. A slow beating reminder of that afternoon as Jimmy’s fingers slide across its silver strings. They been playin’ for nearly five years and sang the same song a thousand times. A favorite among the local patron looking to drink

The smile upon her lips but a freshly painted mask. Old scars covered in pink ice for the yearly masquerade ball. Her long blue dress dancing in the moonlight as she stands by a lonely window. Looking down at the brightly light city, she orders back the tears. Her date due to arrive, leaving no

Where do people get off thinking they’re better – better than who is what I wanna know. I never learned to play the game. So I’ll stand this one out, and move on. My demons playing their own game. They found her sleeping in secret with me chasing my tail – running for the sun.

A raven haired beauty with eyes dark as the clear night sky. And when she laughed, those eyes shone more bright than all the night’s stars. But a young maiden when she came to Fortune – And I already a man, spending my days at sea with hands worn by a fisherman’s toil. Hopeful suitors

We’re all in the same boat. So why not build us a new one? This one adrift and unable to withstand the tides of change. We missed the docking bay, so let’s make port right here and build over – A new boat able to sail the tides of change. And while we’re there, why

My love lost in the cold with none left to share. What I have, saved for her. Time numbing me in its grace. Pushed forward by the tide – Now five blocks closer to home, sharing a house with two lost souls. That piece of paper tucked in a drawer. Working at a bar down

I thought monsters liked closets and the floor under our beds. Then one showed me his face. Monsters like that aren’t so picky. They don’t care about age or location. They don’t care about race or religion. They don’t care about clothes or money. To them, we’re all the same. They pass us on the

My smile wasn’t an invitation. Another face in the crowd wanting to blend in – until you threw me to the ground. Your laugh still bouncing off my skull. I wanna run and hide but there’s nowhere left to go. I’m locked in this nightmare with you. My secret locked in shame. I don’t look any

I’m gonna make it, I swear. School by day; study by night. Another face in the crowd filling in the blanks. ♦ I don’t have any answers. Defeat out of the question – learning to love myself again. Little white lies written in red: ♦ I don’t need anyone else. I’m fine on my own.

Hurt and alone, she walked the aging streets of downtown. She’s been hurtin’ for so long – her hands worn from the weight. ♦ How do I tell her the truth? The weight she carries a lie. Our past not worth the dirt it’s buried under – I’m done. ♦ Her eyes tell me she

Time to make things right. My life worth fightin’ for – Ain’t nobody can stop me. It’s time to beat down the walls. ♦ They’re done holdin’ me down. No wall stronger than me. I’m gonna beat the odds – Ain’t nobody can stop me. ♦ I’m not much – not yet, but I’m all

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